I hated BFing. Hated it. Every time I did it for the first two weeks, I would end up in tears and feeling like a total failure. It was so painful and uncomfortable despite being told by every medical professional who saw us feeding that the latch was fine and everything should be alright.
I felt like I was letting everyone down and that my DD would 'sense' that I disliked feeding her. Every time it got close to feeding time, I would find a million chores to do to put it off until the last possible minute.
I took advice from my midwife and started drinking fennel tea (it helped) and wrote a couple of posts here. Quite a few people gave me the advice to just take things one feed at a time. The thought of having to do it for 6 months filled me with dread. So, I took their advice.
After approx. two weeks, we turned a corner. It slowly became less painful and I started dreading it less and less. I could think in terms longer than the next feed and once or twice I even felt like I almost enjoyed it.
DD turned 6 months old on Sunday and we are still going strong with BFing. I actually love it now - and I vividly remember telling my midwife that I would never ever feel that way. She (DD, not midwife!) strokes my face as she feeds and I really look forward to it. I think the next time I end up in tears over BFing will be when the time comes to stop.
That's my story. Not intended to put down FFing, with which I have no problem - I was just very set on BFing. Also not intended to rub anyone's face in it if they have had more problems than me with BFing. I had no medical problems whatsoever. My only intent is that someone in the same position that I was 6 months ago may read this and feel encouraged to try just one more feed.
I cannot remember who posted in response to my help threads 6 months ago, but whoever it was - thank-you, from the bottom of my heart